Ning Chen set Leng Wenyan's jaw back in place once more. "Leng Wenyan, this prince will ask you one more time. Do you agree or not?"

Leng Wenyan's voice shook with pain. "I—I agree!"

Ning Chen sneered. "What a glutton for punishment. Why not agree sooner and spare yourself all that pain?"

Leng Wenyan wanted to strangle him. When did you ever give me a chance to talk? Your father's jaw has practically become your toy.

Ning Chen set his bones back in place.

Leng Wenyan lay there like a puddle of mud. Even in the freezing cold, he was soaked through with cold sweat. It hurt so much!

Ning Chen grabbed him by the back of the collar and hauled him up. "Leng Wenyan, give the order."

Leng Wenyan called out feebly, "P-pass on my order: everyone is to throw down their weapons and surrender!"

The soldiers there were still frozen in shock!

Ning Chen's voice was hard. "What, didn't you hear your King Wen's order?

Remember, this prince isn't threatening you. This prince is saving you... Because you're men of the Great Xuan, this prince will spare your lives.

Otherwise—could a bunch of useless trash like you hold off this prince's army? If you don't surrender, you'll all be dead before dawn.

Now pass the word for this prince, at once: Leng Wenyan has been captured by this prince. Your men are to throw down their weapons and surrender. Those who surrender will be spared. Those who resist..."

A vicious look came into Ning Chen's eyes. His saber rose and fell, and Shan Yuanwu, Pan Yucheng's captive, was cut down. Then Ning Chen said, spacing out every word, "Those who resist... end up like this. Now go!"

The soldiers jolted violently with fright, then ran for the battlefield, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Leng Wenyan has been captured by the Great Xuan's Prince Regent! Those who surrender will be spared! Those who resist will be cut down where they stand!"

Ning Chen looked at Leng Wenyan, slumped on the ground like mud, and sneered. "You look…